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Sidewalks; down under.
Shall I wax poetry about you?
Not everyday is a beautiful day. I forget that sometimes. I remember the fear. The edginess, the hope, and the loss of it. I remembered reading the pages and loving every turn, every word and every escapism it brought to my stagnant life. Yet. It’s been years since I felt that way – I told myself to grow out of it and that hope is a cancerous cell, a rapid growth to death, everything else fades away. Yet. You came into my life and brought alongside love, anger, smiles, hurt, happiness, rage, elation and every possible emotions we human beings have discovered. Yet.
Our love do not have to be noisy, like the rest of the world.
We can be silently loud.
It’s just your smiles, and mine, after all.